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This is a multi-chapter story viewed in alternating points of view (POV) between China and Russia, starting with China, and keep in mind of the dates.

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China POV

September 3, 1939

"I-Ivan stop, that tickles aru!" I cried out.

Purple eyes met my chocolate ones as my lover, Ivan Braginski, known to the rest of the world as Russia, stopped nibbling on my neck and grinned at me with his child-like smile. "I'm sorry. Does this make Yao-Yao uncomfortable?"

"Yes! Now let me go, aru, you're squeezing me too tightly."

Of course, that comment only made Russia hold me even tighter and bury his face into my neck again. "Never," he mumbled.

We were curled up together on my bed in the middle of the afternoon, fully clothed, watching what was one of Russia's favorite movies from his homeland, with Chinese subtitles for my viewing pleasure. Not that I ever really watched it; I was too distracted by the long, broad-chested man nestled up against me, his head resting on my shoulder lovingly. I preferred Russia when he was this way: docile, calm, vulnerable even instead of his scary, psychotic self that he liked to display in public. I knew he couldn't help it, but it still made it difficult for me to be with him sometimes.

After a while, he got bored and started to kiss me, which led to touching, which led to the current annoyed, aroused state I was in right now. Pulling Russia closer, a small part of me knew that it would be useless to try and struggle or protest; Russia always had to have his way.

Giving up, I settled back against the soft pillows of my bed and groaned softly as Russia kissed by neck again, his breath caressing my skin. I could hear his breathing increase into the same quick tempo as mine as he ran his hand up my thigh and around my hips, stopping to rest on my lower back. "Ivan," I whispered throatily.

A shy knock on the door pulled me out of my pleasured daze. Russia glared at the door murderously, but I placed a hand on his forearm, trying to calm him before he started with his "kolkolkol" and went for his pipe. "Come in, aru," I called, managing to keep my voice steady.

The door opened and my brother, Japan, entered the room cautiously. He raised an eyebrow at our silhouettes: Russia hovering over me and myself pressed against the pillows. "Sorry to interrupt, but this just came for you," he said coolly, holding up a vanilla envelope.

Red with shame, I pushed Russia away from me and walked over to Japan, taking the letter that he held in his hand. "Thank you, Japan, aru," I said.

I walked over to my desk and grabbed my letter opener. Tearing the sticky flesh off the envelope, I pulled the papers out and looked them over, frowning slightly.

I could hear Russia come up behind me. "What is it, Yao?" he asked.

Shaking my head, I stared at Japan with confusion in my eyes. "It's a summons. They are calling a meeting of all the world nations."

Peering over my shoulder-which wasn't hard for his to do with his six foot height compared to my five four-Russia frowned along with me. "It doesn't say why?"

"No," I responded, forgetting to point out to Russia that it is rude to read over people's shoulders. "Do you know anything about this, Japan, aru?"

Japan shrugged. "I have heard rumors of an emanate war with Germany, maybe that's what they're discussing today. After all, if someone is going to declare war on another country, then the others will want in on it."

"Yes, but I thought that this issue was resolved already, aru."

"Not really, da," Russia said. "Germany has been invading many countries lately, included Hungary and Austria, and Poland being the most recent. France has been threatening to go to war with Germany for months, and this last invasion has been the final straw. Plus, with England behind him, who can stop him? That's probably what the meeting is about today."

Japan nodded in agreement but I was shocked. "You knew about all of this, aru?" I rounded on Russia. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to worry you," Russia stated. "It's not like all of this is happening in Asia."

"When war is upon us, Russia, I'd prefer to hear about it immediately, aru," I snapped. "And Germany is invading, aru? Aiyah! Has France declared war yet, aru?"

"He said if Germany invaded Poland he will, which Germany has, so I believe so," Japan said.

"And England is behind him, aru? Since when do those two agree on anything, aru?"

"War does crazy things to people," Japan stated, shooting a look at Russia, who glared icily back. I could feel the temperature in the room drop.

"What about America, aru?" I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to have to deal with an issue between my brother and my lover.

"He is choosing to remain neutral, but I'm sure that he'll be backing England in whatever he does," Japan answered.

I nodded, dazed; this was a lot to take in. "Okay, so we'd better get going, aru," I said, briskly walking over to my closet and picking out a white dress shirt. I gave Japan a look. "May I have some privacy, aru?"

"Y-yes, of course," Japan agreed, flustered. "I'll meet you downstairs."

"I still cannot believe that you didn't tell me about this, aru," I snapped at Russia the minute the door closed.

"You already knew, da."

"I didn't know that it had developed into this, aru," I said, rummaging through my closet trying to pick a matching tie. "Does this bother you, aru? I mean, you and Germany are allies, right, aru?"

"Honestly as long as he doesn't try and invade my territories I don't care what happens."

But what if he does? I shuddered slightly; the thought of Russia's wrath terrified even me, his most trusted friend and lover. Giving up on finding a tie, I turned to Russia. "Fair enough, aru. Now, can you please leave so I can change, aru?"

Russia raised an eyebrow at me. "Why so shy, Yao? I have seen you naked plenty of times before, da."

I could feel my face heat up. "Y-yes, well, I'm still angry at you and it is improper to change in front of guests, regardless of the situation, so excuse me, aru." With that said, I dashed into my closet and pulled the doors shut.

My walk-in closet was usually so spacious, but since I was a pack rat the whole floor was littered with boxes and other junk that I refused to part with. Unfortunately, that also left me with about a square foot of space to work with: this will be interesting.

In the soothing darkness, I felt more able to control my thoughts. There was to be another war and, knowing France, he would be recruiting more allies. To be truthful, I just wanted to stay out of it but since England was in control of my brother Hong Kong, who was more or less a part of me, I was going to be dragged into this. Perfect. "Are you okay, Yao?" I heard Russia's concerned voice call to me.

"Fine, aru," I said back as I shrugged my red shirt off and attempted to pull on the white dress shirt, not an easy task to do in the dark.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"No, aru," I said, deciding that what's done is done and I might as well deal with what's happening now. Like focusing on getting this shirt on. "Are you going to the meeting too, aru?"

"I might as well; I have nothing else to do today."

"Do you need to borrow some nicer clothes, aru?"

"Yeah right, like I'd fit into anything you own, da!"

I managed to get one arm through the shirt, only to discover that it was on backwards. Sighing, I slipped it off. "I'm sure I could find you something, aru."

"I'll pass. Besides, I don't think anyone really cares what I wear."

There's probably some fact to that, and even if they did they wouldn't say anything to him anyway for fear he'd kill them. "If it helps, I care, aru," I said as I backed into the wall, banging my knee on a box in the process. At least I got an arm into the shirt.

"Yao?" Russia called again, concerned.

"I'm all right, aru," I said, cursing under my breath in Chinese at my throbbing leg. I kicked the box out of the way and attempted to shrug my other arm into the shirt with minimal luck.

"Do you need help in there?"

"No! No, I can do it myself, aru," I said, jerking my arm around in an attempt to fit it through the remaining sleeve.

After a few seconds, I managed to find the hole. Perfect. I was almost done dressing, but as I took a step forward I managed to step on something sharp. I let out a loud yelp of pain, but both of my arms were in the shirt. Victory!

The door to my closet opened and Russia stood in the doorway, his face full of alarm due to my outburst. But when he saw me, hunched over, clutching my aching foot with my shirt open, he cracked a small smile. "Ah, Yao-Yao, you look too funny," Russia commented.

Too tired to say anything, I simply gave him the look of death, which must have looked something like a mouse glaring at a tiger. He laughed and was in front of me in two easy strides, grabbing the tails of my open shirt and pulling me to him. "W-what are you doing, aru?" I stuttered as I felt Russia's hands fiddling with my shirt.

"I'm just helping Yao dress," Russia said as he started buttoning the shirt closed. "He always looks so cute when he's dressed up."

My face flushed at deep crimson, but I let him finish what he was doing. When he was done, he smiled and smoothed my shirt down, his hands sliding down my chest briefly. "Just as I thought; you look so adorable, da," he praised.

Before I could protest, Russia bent down and kissed me deeply, holding me to him. I felt my eyes drift closed as I reached up and ran my fingers through his light blond hair. One of Russia's hands made its way to my shirt, slowly undoing one of the buttons that he did as I pulled him closer.

There was a knock on my door as Japan poked his head inside. "Are you ready, China?" he asked.

We broke away and my face blushed scarlet. "Y-Yes, aru. Sure, w-we'll be right down, aru," I reassured him as I rapidly redid my top button that Russia managed to undo, happy that it only made it to the one button.

Not bothering to close the door this time, Japan gave us a questioning look before he turned away and headed down the stairs. I groaned softly and tilted my head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, embarrassed that my brother caught us at yet another intimate moment. But at the softest of touches on my lower back, I turned to face a love-struck Russia. "Are you ready to go?" he asked me, talking my hand in support.

I took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze in acknowledgement and we made out the door. I didn't know how crazy this meeting would be or how frightening this next war would become, but I felt that as long as I had Russia by my side, I could get through anything.

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